(Verse 1) Once the star of Chirpy Chips, she sang and played, Now in Hotlantis, her wares are displayed, With a synthesizer’s sound, high-energy beat, Harmony’s style is quirky and sweet. (Chorus) Harmony, in an 8-bit dream, Running Hotlantis, where the lockers gleam, Synthesizer’s tune, bright and high, In her spacy world, she touches the sky. (Verse 2) From melodies to merchandise, her journey’s clear, Pink drool shows she’s in good cheer, Lockers full of wonders, treasures untold, In the heart of Hotlantis, her story unfolds. (Bridge) Spacy and bright, with a synth in hand, Harmony’s beat, the best in the land, From the stage to the shop, her spirit remains, In every note and item, her energy reigns. (Chorus) Harmony, in an 8-bit dream, Running Hotlantis, where the lockers gleam, Synthesizer’s tune, bright and high, In her spacy world, she touches the sky. (Outro) Melodies linger as she sets the tone, Harmony’s rhythm, uniquely her own, From Chirpy Chips to her Hotlantis space, Her music echoes, leaving a trace.
